My ongoing quest to be the best. Essay desribing how a boy learned how to play basketball

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Despite what anyone will tell you, it takes more than just a desire to play the game, and more than just a want to be the best. You need athletic ability, skill, and a hate in your heart for losing to succeed in this game. The game I'm talking about is BASKETBALL . Since I was eleven I had that desire to play the game, and to be the best.

        I first stared playing when I was eleven years old. I would watch my mother and aunts watch basketball on TV. They would get all excited watching the players, all the different moves the players made, and the shots they sank in the rim. The more I watched it with them the more I could see the appeal it had on them then, and on me, now. I was mesmerized by all the spectacular, gravity defying moves the players seem to execute with the greatest of ease.

From that point on I have ever since, somehow, known that it was my destiny to succeed in the game of basketball (and I didn't then ,and don't, care what anybody has to say to the contrary). It's in my life until I die. That is just a small example of how much I LOVE BASKETBALL . When I first started playing I was small, couldn't shoot, I couldn't even dribble the ball. But, I wouldn't let lack of experience stop me. The fact that I had never played before didn't stop me from learning and trying to be the best player possible ever in the game (which, by the way, is my goal). I played, and practiced whenever I could but , no matter how hard I practiced, or how much I practiced, I was never good enough to beat the other...